First, the Washington Capitals won the National Hockey League
championship Thursday night. And then, as their red-rocking fans
were passing out in a fit of euphoria back East, they took full
advantage of the location in which they claimed the franchise’s
first Stanley Cup. They hit the club, prize in hand, and they
partied.

Some say the sun doesn’t rise in Vegas. The Caps, led by their
captain, were up to the challenge of finding out.

The whole story is great, but I love this bit so much:

The threshold for who could venture on stage started to lower.
Disbelief had yet to dissipate. “How amazing is it you can walk
into a bar and the Stanley Cup is there, 10 yards away?” one
Capitals employee asked, standing by the bar. He then escorted
onto the stage a longtime Caps season-ticket holder who had gained
entry, in part, by buying acceptable clothing off the back of a
man on the street for 20 bucks. (He had previously been denied on
the grounds of wearing sandals and shorts.)